Dr Osric King 소설 & 이야기

"Maybe I'll tap that little ass after we kill that weakling of a king, to show you how a real dragon works." He tugged me back and I felt a hard length rest against me. "Come on." He says. "Wiggle against me." I jerked my head back and there was an audible crunch as my head caught his nose squarely. "Bloody bitch!" He groans. "I'm gonna-" "Ryder!" Delan calls sternly. "Now is not the time, let's get rid of a certain pest first." "Yes." He whispers against me. "How would you like to watch your Dracul die!"

I nodded, already deciding that a new law would have to be enacted, something to be Melody’s and My first edict as rulers. Knock, knock. A nurse was at the door, her face wary and pale. The rogue attack was unexpected; raking out almost half the staff here as more wounded were rushed in for help. “The Doctor is finished with the Queen, my King.” She looked around the hall, jumping slightly when something fell in the distance. “He will have Melody out in no time. Should be about twenty minutes or so.’ “Any complications?” I hated asking it, but I needed the know. Tension through the pack link was all I felt though as Jude took her time in answering.

Victor approached the commotion. "Is there a problem here?" "Mr. Victor!" Anna chirped, sliding into her most professional persona. "I was just informing Mrs. Miller—well, ex-Mrs. Miller—that I am Aris. I believe my application was processed this morning?" Mr. Victor looked at Anna, then at the tablet in his hand. He seemed hesitant, but the lure of having the "Tech God" return to his stage was too great for his ego to ignore. "The digital signature provided matches the historical encrypted keys of Aris's early work. If you claim the title, the committee accepts. We have missed your brilliance."

A decisive motion to tear the fabric from her body halted when King Osso’s voice boomed from outside. “Rhodes, your son peed on me!”

was broken—not by an enemy, but by a necessity. Dr. Rossi showed up twenty minutes later. He was a silver-haired man with a battered leather bag who couldn't have cared less about the high-tech scanners or the armed guards. He actually shooed Dominic out of the room—which was an impressive thing to watch—and spent half an hour checking my vitals.

Marcus stepped into his quarters and saw Dax and Oscar drinking in his bar. “Good thing you're here, Marcus.” Dax patted the open seat beside him so that he could sit by his side. “Who is in trouble this time?” Marcus asked sarcastically. He moved forward to join them in the bar. “The king is the one in trouble,” Oscar jokingly clamoured. He raised the bottle of whiskey in his hand and was about to refill Dax’s glass. “One or two shots?” he smirked.

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

King Roberrick, dressed in regal attire, paced back and forth, his brows knitted together in frustration. Sylive, the enigmatic witch who had come to know Roberrick's world, stood at a distance, partially hidden by the shadows of a stone archway. Her perceptive eyes took in the king's agitated movements, the clenching of his fists, and the fire that danced within his usually calm gaze. As Roberrick muttered to himself, his voice carried on the gentle breeze, a mixture of anger and concern lacing his words. "I cannot allow this threat to persist any longer. I must take action, no matter the cost. My kingdom's safety is paramount."

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.